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A Very Short Dictionary Of Pick-Up Lines Unuttered

Posted on May 27, 2017January 17, 2018 by Mpho Matsitle

At some point we must find the liver to admit that, though they may (euphemism for definitely) not be doing it for us, we dicked darkies appreciate the effort black women put in to look beautiful.   This strikes one as yet another trap song rushes from the speakers to find masochist ears to abuse….

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One Muffin Left

Posted on February 2, 2017August 24, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

Those damn CRC white devils again! But I had to get those muffins. I had to! I knew I had to get them soon as I started considering lesser taxing alternatives for my craving and coffee – like Romany Creams from the service station three minutes away. You see, I’m a serial victim of my…

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Taxi Driver

Posted on November 24, 2016November 24, 2019 by Mpho Matsitle

So last evening as I am waiting for my rib Dagwood at the stadium inn, an old man plops his tired body next to me. I immediately put my kindle away and welcome him with a smile. We share pleasantries like a pair of old pals. But I don’t know him. Or rather I don’t…

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A Brief History Of The Sabbath (or Why I Will Not Bath)

Posted on November 16, 2015July 25, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

The Sabbath is a holy day. A holy day that came about after a protracted struggle against the tyranny of bathing. The name Sabbath gains its etymology from two opposing forces during the War of the Bath. It is written in the history books that once the country had been captured by a tyrannical trio…

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HBD – Happiness Beyond Death

Posted on September 26, 2015December 8, 2018 by Mpho Matsitle

“His solitude was the one thing he valued most,” the story read. A weird story it was indeed. A story of a writer; about the writer’s writing. Like Kafka this writer “need[ed] solitude for [his] writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.” Like Kundera the writer…

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The death of vhoAlbert torments me…

Posted on September 11, 2015August 8, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

So it is a few decades down the line, I am watching a documentary with my grandchildren and my outcast film-maker daughter (infamous in her field for asserting that the only stories worth filming are those written by her dear father). The doccie is the much anticipated “All Time Greatest Dramatic Moments in SA TV”….

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Love Letter #2

Posted on July 5, 2015July 25, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

Dearest, It is my considered view that I love you.  You ought to overstand that I am a slave of reason. And his buddy sense. So after careful inspection. And due consultation with them. A fair conclusion was arrived at. I led the evidence that I panic in your absence, I rejoice in your presence,…

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